11.1.11

One Act Play

Hey y'all.

I'd like to share with you a brand new one act play written by a very close personal friend.  I hope you find it as fabulous as I do.

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Alec Hanslowe


[Man 1 is standing at bus stop. Man 2 walks in and stands at bus stop.]

Man 1: [Walks in, nods at other man. Man 2 nods back.]
           
Hello.

Man 2: Hello.
           
            [Pause]

Man 1: I’ll kill your wife.

            [Pause]

            No charge.

            [Pause]

Man 2: I’m twenty-two.

            [Pause]

Man 1: What?

Man 2: I’m twenty-two; I’m not old.

            [Pause]

Man 1: What does that have to do with anything?

Man 2: I’m not sure why you’re assuming I’m married.

            [Pause]

            [Looks at hand]

            I don’t have any rings.

            [Looks at hand]

            [Shows Man 1 hand]

Man 1: [Shrugs]

            [Pause]

            [Sighs]

            [Pause]

            I just bought a baby – real cheap . . . let you have him for free.

            [Pause]

Man 2: Why would I want a baby?

Man 1: He’s Chinese.

Man 2: [Looks for bus obviously]

Man 1: I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.

            [Pause]

            Just thought . . . you were cool.

Man 2: [At the word “cool,” Man 2’s eyes widen and he frowns. He steps out of bus stop, addressing the audience painfully.]

            I’ve seen men
            and I’ve seen boys.
            Looked at them
            with their securities
            and their self-assured
            friendships.

            I would break my back
            to be!
            I stand between
            a young boy
            and the ageless ocean,
            snapping my strings
            to be a part of
            something.

            All I am
            is a man-child
            who looks cool
            but simply is not.

            [Goes back to bus stop, eyes still wide and sad.]

            [To Man 1] Sorry.

            [Pause]

Man 1: It’s alright. Just making conversation.

Man 2: [Looks at Man 1, eyes wide. Then turns back, now facing forward. The first time the men look at each other in the play.]

Man 1: [Steps out of bus stop, addressing audience painfully, slowly.]

            I just wanted
            to make a good
            first impression.

            [Goes back to bus stop, deeply saddened. Man 2’s eyes still wide and angry.]


End

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